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Hello, my name is Martina and I'm trying to learn how to see the true beauty in things. Sometimes, I'd swear it gets harder with time. On this blog, I'm trying to remain absolutely honest, and yet believe it is okay to truly be my own self. Strange how hard it might be, isn't it?

need vegetarian advice, anyone?

You’ll look pretty with any hairstyle, Martina!!

thank you so much! 

what is a good site to sell clothes on? 


"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….

First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”

But here is what I think you should know.

You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.

You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.

You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).

You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.

In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.

In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”

  Libby Anne (via oatmeal47)

(Source: dumbledoresarmy-againstbigotry, via ofelieae)

my life’s been full of plot twists and weird turns, once so beautiful that crying seemed to be the only way to handle it, later clutched by solitude filling the cracks all over its core, just to bloom with love later, love so sudden, taken away from it within an instant again. and now, my mind trying to be at all the places at once, my heart expanding desperately trying to cover and caress all that grows within. my ribs are cracking under the weigh of all the mess caged inside, but trying to let it our would mean losing it. some thoughts seem to change their nature, lose a great deal of meaning as soon as they’re let out to the outside worlds, as soon as they settle in the ears of an idle listener. some thoughts are meant to be dealt with alone. and that’s the only thing left for me to do now.


rada sa vyhýbam kontaktu s ľudmi a radšej míňam energiou na veci, ktoré považujem za prospešné (cestujem, kreslím, čítam, spoznávam,..) a na ktoré mám konečne aspoň trocha času 

leto je taký čas pre seba, každoročná detoxikácia. leto je fajn

ďakujem a pekný večer :~)

more or less in love with berlin